Death to Paint Us

there is always 
one more death
to paint us
an ochre
without axle
aiming us like 
a sunflower  
down a path
a harp once followed
to still the scythe
before losing 
love against itself

Copyright © 2018 by J. Michael Martinez. Originally published in Poem-a-Day on December 26, 2018, by the Academy of American Poets.